Kollektivet Livet, Stockholm
27 September 2025
Music fans in Sweden’s capital were treated to a live outing by Page, ahead of the official release of their new album, Inget motstånd [EN: No Resistance].
The duo of Eddie Bengtsson and Marina Schiptjenko has been making audiences move for forty-five years, and multiple generations turned out to capture the vibe of Cool Scandinavia. The poptronica pioneers took the torch from ABBA, injected the feel of British acts like Silicon Teens and John Foxx-era Ultravox!, and created a special sound of their own. The set list introduces several new tracks, but the songs are instantly recognisable as part of the Page ouevre.
The evening got underway with a show by Svart Tulpan. The band shares members with Lustans Lakejer, and many LL grandees were in attendance. Their “indie yacht rock” set got the crowd ready for a popping evening. The change-over took longer than expected, however, which kept Page from finishing their full set to allow an Afrohouse club night to move in while the promoter was already at home. Venues, eh?
Looking classy and fit, Page performed in front of a light array that hints at Gary Numan’s early tours. The first three songs rolled out were lifted from the new album, and there was an excited buzz in the room from the opening notes of “Kan inte tänka på allt” [EN: “Can’t Think of Everything”].
The set was dominated by songs from the “later” phase of Page, following Schiptjenko’s return to the band after spells in BWO and Vacuum. Tracks like “Blöder du” [EN: “Bleeding You”] and “En ny våg” [EN: “A New Wave”] reflect Bengtsson’s fascination with the spirit of 1979, but there was plenty of energetic pop in the foreground for “Krash” [EN: “Crash”] and “Alla som väntar” [EN: “Everyone Who Is Waiting”].
The encore led with a Swedish cover of Liquido’s “Narcotic,” before wrapping with the fan favourite, “Förlåt” [EN: “Sorry”]. A special surprise was in the offing – a very rare showing for the band’s first hit, “Dansande man” [EN: “Dancing Man”] – but the venue pulled the plug. Sorry, indeed – but no red faces for Page, who have proven, again and again, that time is no barrier to exceptional pop.